Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind

images-19There is something about wild weather that brings out the author in me. I’m not alone because for generations of writers, storms have been used as a vehicle in all sorts of literature. There’s nothing like a poem to encompass a world of meaning in a few simple words. Here is one of my all-time favourites:

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind

William Shakespeare

Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most freindship if feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As a friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.